Baleful-Life Mark! Qiangu Zhangting!

"Maybe it's because my Martial Soul is more compatible with it." Lu Guan patted the thick bear back beneath him and grinned.

In fact, the Profound Suppression Bear can only unleash 90% of its strength when he is riding on Profound Suppression Bear.

As for why, it's probably because the Iron-Eating Beast was the mount of the War Lord...

Lu Guan tried to convince himself.

What kind of bizarre bond is this?!

Even so, the War Lord Demon Body in riding form, paired with a mount close to the Soul Emperor level, is still terrifying!

Just imagining that scene made Lu Guan's blood boil.

From now on, when I get into a fight, I'll just ride a giant panda and charge in, unleashing five weapons plus two bear paws at once—who can withstand that?

"That's so unfair..."

Na'er craned her neck, her mouth practically watering with envy.

Once upon a time, she also wanted a long, silver, horned mount named Gu Yue.

As a result, they were ridden instead.

How tragic and lamentable!

"Brother Lu Guan, can I sit down too? I want to ride a giant panda too!"

Upon hearing this, Profound Suppression Bear turned its head, bared its teeth at Na'er, and let out a threatening growl.

No one but the War Lord can ride on its head!

"Hey, they're pretty protective of their master."

Lu Guan slapped Profound Suppression Bear on the forehead. "Behave yourself, this is one of our own."

Profound Suppression Bear whimpered pitifully, lay on the ground, and dared not move, but still turned his head away and ignored Na'er.

Na'er scolded, "You stingy little thing!"

Seeing that Na'er was about to steer the conversation astray, Leng Yaozhu asked, "Lu Guan, what is your Soul Skill?"

Gu Yue also cast a curious glance at her.

Lu Guan jumped off the Profound Suppression Bear's back and waved his hand to retract it into his body.

Lu Guan did not answer directly; the fourth black Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

Martial Soul, War Lord Demon Body, activate!

Four arms burst forth from his body, but this time he did not condense Five Weapons. Instead, he stretched out his right hand and slashed his left arm fiercely.

Sizzle!

A gash about an inch long appeared, and blood gushed out.

"Brother, why are you hurting yourself?!" Na'er exclaimed in surprise.

M?

Before he could finish speaking, a black Soul Ring flickered beneath Lu Guan, and a bizarre scene unfolded.

The blood flowing from Lu Guan's left arm wound did not drip down; instead, it spread rapidly along the skin's texture, instantly transforming into a strange, dark red demonic mark that was branded onto the surface of his arm!

It exudes a strong Baleful Qi and boundless vitality!

As the demonic rune lit up, Lu Guan's aura surged slightly.

At the same time, the wound on his left arm healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when the wound disappeared, the dark red demonic mark also vanished.

"This is..."

Gu Yue took a step forward, staring at the lines on Lu Guan's arm.

Lu Guan clenched his left fist, feeling a surge of power suddenly appear within his body. "Fourth Soul Skill, Baleful-Life Mark!"

"Whenever I am injured, the wounds will transform into these magical runes on my Demon Body."

"The demonic runes can both amplify my attack power with Baleful Qi energy and be converted into vitality to accelerate wound recovery."

"Simply put, the harder I get hit, the more magical runes appear on my body, the stronger I become in combat, and the faster I regenerate health!"

Simply put, the higher your health, the higher your overall health; the lower your health, the higher your overall health.

Na, Gu, Leng: o_o

This Soul Skill has already surpassed the scope of ordinary Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill.

Even if Profound Suppression Bear Soul Spirit an ancient bloodline, it's still not enough to be so heaven-defying.

After Jiujiu of shock, the three were speechless.

"Let's go, it's getting late, we should head back." Leng Yaozhu didn't say much and took the lead towards the teleportation portal.

Lu Guan put away his Martial Soul and followed behind.

Na'er, carrying the Golden Dragon Spear, skipped and hopped along. "Brother, next time I want to catch a powerful Soul Spirit too!"

"Then you need to reach Level 40 first." Lu Guan smiled and ruffled her hair.

Na'er puffed out her cheeks, "Almost there, almost there!"

Wait until she gets back and unleashes her full power (or cheats).

The group chatted idly as they passed through the teleportation portal and returned to the first basement level. Just as they arrived at the lobby of the Spirit Pagoda, they bumped into someone.

"Pagoda Master Leng."

The newcomer was a man who looked to be in his early twenties. He was tall and slender, wearing the uniform of the Spirit Pagoda, with a butler's badge hanging from his waist.

Behind him was a disheveled man covered in blood, his hands bound by specially made chains.

The man hung his head, his clothes were tattered, and he reeked of blood.

"Qiangu Zhangting?" Leng Yaozhu raised an eyebrow. Then she pointed to the disheveled man, "This is..."

Qiangu Zhangting, an outer guard of the Spirit Pagoda, Seven-Ring Soul Sage, a direct descendant of the Qiangu Family, and the grandson of Qiangu Dongfeng.

He was also one of the people in charge of the Spirit Pagoda during the Holy-Cleansing Spirit-Exorcising Operation.

"Pagoda Master, this is a remnant of the Holy Spirit Cult that I captured outside the city." Qiangu Zhangting cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, his tone carrying a hint of self-satisfaction. "This fellow was quite well-hidden; it took me a lot of effort."

Leng Yaozhu was somewhat surprised. After all, Qiangu Zhangting was just a Soul Saint. The higher-ups of the Spirit Pagoda, who were not of the Qian Gu lineage, unanimously believed that this was Qiangu Dongfeng's arrangement to gain prestige. They didn't expect that it would actually yield results.

You're lucky.

She nodded. "Thank you for your hard work."

She glanced at the man being held captive. "Let's wait for the Federation to come and take him."

"Hmm." Qiangu Zhangting responded, his gaze sweeping over Lu Guan and the others.

His gaze paused slightly when he saw Na'er.

It's that girl.

A hint of infatuation flickered in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

However, when he looked at Lu Guan, who was being intimate with Na'er, a hint of hostility flashed in his eyes.

Fleeting.

"Eek--" Na'er suddenly tugged at Gu Yue's sleeve.

"Hmm?" Gu Yue asked, puzzled.

In their private, telepathic communication channel, Na'er spoke with disgust, "This is the perverted lolicon I was talking about!"

Gu Yue glanced at Qiangu Zhangting indifferently, but said nothing.

But there was a faint hint of disdain in his eyes.

Qiangu Zhangting naturally had no idea what the two Golden and Silver Dragon King were talking about. When he saw the two women looking over, he smiled and gestured.

Quite a gentleman.

Looking at that smile, Gu Yue murmured to herself, "Really..."

Lu Guan glanced at the Qiangu Zhangting a couple more times.

The Qiangu Zhangting, the Qiangu Dongfeng's grandson.

The Qiangu Dongfeng...

Several thoughts raced through Lu Guan's mind. Others might not know, but he did know that Qiangu Dongfeng was colluding with the Holy Spirit Cult.

Did Qiangu Zhangting capture members of the Holy Spirit Cult?

hiss--

This whole thing seems a bit strange, but it's too early to confirm anything now.

"Aunt Leng, we're leaving." Lu Guan waved goodbye to Leng Yaozhu.

Aunt Leng Qiangu Zhangting's eyes sharpened.

"Na'er is gone. Gu Yue is gone."

"Hmm." It's Gu Yue.

"Bye-bye, brother! I'll come find you soon—" Under Leng Yaozhu's gaze, Na'er added softly, "After I finish my training..."

elder brother?

Qiangu Zhangting was overjoyed. His gaze towards Lu Guan became much more amiable.

Hmm~ Lu Guan rubbed his shoulder. He remembered that Qiangu Zhangting didn't have any homosexual relationships...